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Chapter 194 Suppressing the House God (Part 2)

However, when faced with the attack of evil spirits, Wang Xi remained calm and did not make any move.

Click!

But then a crisp sound was heard.

A burst of blazing white ice crystals suddenly erupted around Wang Xi. The red-sleeved boy's sharp claws scratched at them but could not make any progress. Instead, his sharp nails broke off.

— "Iceheart Shield (Mark)"

The shards of ice and mist that splashed onto her body instantly transformed into incandescent flames, igniting her.

Bear!!

"Ah—" The red-sleeved boy screamed shrilly, his dark eyes reflecting a twisting white light.

She desperately patted the flames burning on her body, and the red sleeves embroidered with gold thread turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, revealing her bluish-purple, festering arms.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Xi couldn't help but think of the description in "Qing Yi Lu" that "purple-armed and golden-eyed, in charge of the eastern toilet," and the red-sleeved child was the maid of the toilet god, one of the house gods.

Yi Yi fled in pain, plunging into the wall and disappearing from sight.

Wang Xi glanced at it and then raised his hand.

A black light flashed, and a deep-colored revolver appeared.

—"Chekhov's Shot".

As magic was infused, the gun body lit up with bright white patterns.

Wang Xi pulled the trigger on the rough wall.

boom! !

The incandescent white trajectory flashed by in an instant.

Thirty paces outside the door, in a shop window, a mannequin's head exploded, emitting a heart-wrenching scream.

Wang Xi strolled out of the public restroom and into the corridor.

He raised his hand and waved.

A black hand materialized out of thin air and returned, carrying the dying girl in red.

With a sure-hit gun, evil spirits have nowhere to hide.

From a certain perspective, Wang Xi is very suitable to be a "demon hunter" or "exorcist".

Ghosts fear raging fire, especially the blazing sun, but his snow flames are even more intense than ordinary fire, burning the red-sleeved boy's body with foul-smelling black smoke, and the "Dongsi" wooden plaque hanging from her waist can be vaguely seen.

Just as the boy was about to lose his soul, Wang Xi pulled out a snow-white paper-cut from his fingertips—shaped like an octagonal lantern with the Big Dipper pattern embedded inside. This was made by Miss Qi using the "Tai Su Soul-Suppressing Method".

"Soul-Sealing Paper Cutting: Created by a certain paper-cutting Taoist cultivator, it can seal away wandering ghosts and evil spirits."

As the paper-cut was pasted onto the child's forehead, she instantly transformed into a wisp of black smoke and was sucked into the paper, and a distorted child's face immediately appeared in the center of the lantern pattern.

"You will die a miserable death!!"

The red-sleeved boy let out one last scream and then fell silent.

Wang Xi fiddled with the paper lantern cutout, then shook his head: "Poor little brat."

After dealing with the evil spirit, he left directly.

As I pushed open the mall's iron gate, the piercing sound of police whistles echoed through the street.

The two women, still shaken from the earlier incident, were being questioned by patrol officers. One of them, a girl in a blue shirt, was pointing at the shopping mall and saying something.

Wang Xi withdrew his gaze, quickened his pace, and turned to disappear into the dark alley.

He didn't want to run into the police station.

Although I'm not afraid, I still find it troublesome.

The paper-cut guide in his arms had turned towards the east of the city.

That was the place where "Well Spring Boy" Haha'er was entrenched.

...

...

at dusk.

Wang Xi got out of a rickshaw and, following the guidance of the paper-cutting, walked into a low-lying, dilapidated shantytown.

The setting sun painted the dilapidated eaves orange-red, and the air was filled with the damp, musty smell and the stench of the sewage ditch.

Several elderly men and women sat on stone benches at the entrance of the alley, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and chatting idly.

"Sigh, Old Liu's grandson was talking nonsense again yesterday, and he's still lying in bed!" an old woman with a missing tooth sighed.

"Oh dear, what a disaster!" said the old man next to him. "How many times has this happened? Those stinky-footed patrolmen say it's a water quality problem. Bah! We've been drinking this water for generations, and we haven't had any problems."

"It must be because those Black Eel Army soldiers threw the city's garbage into the river a few days ago, which angered the Well God..."

"Of course! That kid from the Li family peed by the well, and the next day he had a high fever that wouldn't go down, and he was vomiting foul-smelling black water, like he was possessed!"

"And Aunt Zhang, she was washing clothes by the well the other day, and then..." The old woman looked still shaken. "When they pulled her out, she was completely soaked!"

Wang Xi happened to pass by and decided to stop and listen in.

These elderly men and women scoffed at the police station's explanation, instead believing that "the Black Eel Army had committed countless evil deeds and had been punished by heaven."

Wang Xi listened for a while, then silently walked away.

The paper-cut guide led him to the end of the shantytown.

There is an ancient well here.

It was originally a public water source, but because of some evil deeds, no one dares to use it now.

A wooden fence surrounded the well, covered with cinnabar and yellow paper, clearly indicating an attempt to suppress something. But now, the fence had been pried open, revealing a dark well opening with the faint sound of gurgling water, as if something was churning inside.

Wang Xi entered through the wooden fence, stood by the well, and looked down; it was pitch black.

'The Well Boy was once the Well God, one of the household gods, protecting the people's water sources and deeply abhorring any act of polluting them... After he became a demon, this obsession deepened, even to the point of harming mortals.'

He thought to himself and took a small paper packet out of his pocket.

It was lime powder that I bought on the way, and its purpose was naturally to lure out the evil spirit.

With a flick of his wrist, he poured the powder directly into the well.

wow-

The powder was added to the water, instantly creating a cloud of white smoke, and the well water churned violently, as if it were being boiled.

Gulu...

Gululu...

The sound of the water grew increasingly rapid.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang.

A jet of water shot into the sky, the well opening burst open, and a short, soaking wet figure suddenly sprang out, hovering in mid-air, glaring angrily at Wang Xi.

"Well Spring Boy - Haha'er (Demonized/Nemesis/Five-Star/Elite)"

"Which blind bastard dares to pour lime into the well?!" Haha shouted angrily, his voice hoarse as if it had been soaked in water.

His body was pale and bluish-white, his skin was covered with blisters, and his eyes were frighteningly large, without pupils, only a murky white.

Wang Xi's lips curled slightly: "Finally willing to come out?"

"You're asking for death!" Haha'er roared, raised his hand and waved it, and the well water instantly turned into a water tornado, rushing towards Wang Xi.

However, before the waterspout could even get close to Wang Xi, it froze in mid-air, turning into lumps of ice that crashed to the ground and shattered into ice shards.

Haha was taken aback.

That's obviously unbelievable.

Wang Xi chuckled: "Playing with water in front of me?"

He used to be a famous water-spraying wizard.

This mere boy from the well is like someone showing off his skills in front of Guan Yu (a legendary Chinese general).

Seeing that things were not going well, Haha let out a strange cry and turned to crawl into the well.

"Trying to run?" Wang Xi raised his hand and grabbed Haha'er by the back of the neck, pulling him back.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Haha struggled frantically, kicking and flailing his arms and legs, cursing, "If you dare touch me, your Third Aunt will never forgive you! You bastards, you all have to die!"

"Third Aunt?" Wang Xi narrowed his eyes. "Where is she?"

The "Third Aunt" mentioned by the boy is the toilet goddess among the seven household gods—the one associated with the door, the gate, the central hall, the stove, the well, the toilet, and the bed.

Left door god, right door god, central courtyard earth god, kitchen god, well boy, three aunts, bed god and bed goddess...

Wang Xi learned all of this from Miss Qi.

Haha didn't answer, but just glared at him fiercely, continuing to curse.

After the boy transformed into a demon, his eyes turned deathly white, a pair of ugly little horns grew on his forehead, and he had fangs in his mouth.

Wang Xi was too lazy to waste words with him, so he took out an octagonal lantern-shaped "soul-sealing paper-cut" from his pocket and pressed it on Haha'er's forehead.

Snapped!
Haha screamed in terror, but it was too late.

In an instant, the boy transformed into a wisp of black smoke and was sucked into the paper cutout.

Wang Xi put the "Soul-Sealing Paper Cutting" into his pocket, and the embers of the snow flames drifted between his fingers.

Having subdued the two evil spirits, he turned and left, just as the sun was setting and night was deepening.

...

...

Beep beep beep——

I had walked less than 100 meters when a piercing police siren suddenly sounded from the shantytown.

Dozens of police officers in black and white uniforms, batons in hand, surrounded the entire slum. The light from torches flickered through the alleys, illuminating the frightened faces of the poor.

"Everyone stay inside!"

"No one is allowed to leave without orders!"

"Fengdeng City Police Department is investigating a case, acting on orders from Master Han to search for the sorcerer!"

"Go, go, go! Stop looking! If you don't want to lose your life, get back inside!"

A group of patrol officers shouted loudly through a loudspeaker.

The residents of the shantytown scattered hastily, not daring to linger outside. Even the group of elderly people who had been enjoying the cool evening air left hastily, grumbling and cursing.

No matter how much they curse each other in private, if they really run into the stinky-footed policeman, these ordinary folks wouldn't dare to provoke him easily.

Taking advantage of the last rays of daylight, Wang Xi squinted and spotted a striking figure in the center of the crowd—a tall, thin man dressed in a brightly colored theatrical costume, his face painted with exaggerated greasepaint, playing with three torches.

The torch spun and moved in his hands without harming his skin in the slightest.

"Great Luo Magician Cultivator - Acrobatics - Zhao Sanbian (Opposing/High-Rank Three Stars)"

'The Great Luo Magician? Another disciple of a celestial sect... Could he be a cultivator working for Master Han?'

Wang Xi frowned inwardly.

This person's strength is almost equal to that of Tu Xiong, the leader of the Five Lakes Wanderers; both are at the level of three stars from the bottom tier.

"Let's go first."

He didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble. He had already achieved his goal of suppressing the evil spirits, so it would be best to hurry back to the Qi family.

But at that moment, a sense of danger welled up in Wang Xi's heart.

—"A stroke of genius (branding)"

The image of the character "福" (fortune) in my mind trembled violently.

Wang Xi immediately closed his eyes, his consciousness following his senses, as if he glimpsed an old woman in a dark blue jacket and skirt standing quietly in the deepest shadow of this shantytown.

She leaned on a cane, her hair was neatly tied up, and her face was kind but there was an indescribable strangeness about it... Her smile was like an expression etched on her face, stiff and fake.

"Toilet Goddess - Third Aunt (Demonized/Nemesis/High-Rank Four-Star/Elite)"

Wang Xi frowned slightly and instantly activated "Mud Howling Dark Frog". His figure flashed and he silently hid behind the low wall of a house.

"Hurry up! Seal that well!" Zhao Sanbian's shrill voice pierced the night: "The Well Boy is definitely hiding inside—"

The words stopped abruptly.

The old woman in the shadows slowly raised her head.

She lightly tapped the ground with her cane, and the flagstones of the entire alley suddenly surged like waves, with foul-smelling black water seeping from the cracks between the bricks. A patrolman accidentally stepped on it; his boots immediately corroded and started smoking, and before he could even utter a scream, he turned into a skeleton. "Ahhh!"

A patrol officer witnessed this scene and was terrified.

The captain, barely suppressing his fear, shouted in a trembling voice, "It's the witch! Fire!"

But just as he raised his pistol, a fleshy lump suddenly swelled up in his throat. He scratched his neck in terror, and the lump burst open with a "pop," releasing a dense mass of maggots.

The scene was like the opening of the gates of hell, with the patrolmen undergoing one physical deformity after another—moss grew on some people's faces, worms crawled out of some people's eye sockets, and snakes crawled out of some people's stomachs.

It was absolutely terrifying.

Wang Xi, who was hiding, saw it clearly.

The third aunt didn't move at all; she simply drew a circle with her cane. The space inside the circle distorted, and all the patrolmen were as if they had been stuffed into a funhouse mirror, their bodies twisting and tearing in ways that defied common sense, and undergoing various distortions.

Zhao Sanbian finally realized what was happening, grabbed a handful of fire from the torch, slapped it against his chest through the flames, and shouted: "Iron Shirt!"

when!
Amidst the clanging of metal, his skin gleamed with a bronze sheen.

Immediately, he blew on the torch and shouted, "Fire Serpent Dance!"

A long column of fire was spewed out, swelled in the wind, and transformed into a three-headed fire python that pounced on the old woman.

Third Aunt's wife maintained her amiable, fake smile.

With a light flick of his cane, the outhouses on both sides of the alley suddenly burst open, unleashing a torrent of filth. The fiery python extinguished upon contact with the foul water, and the rising stench condensed into ghostly hands that firmly bound Zhao Sanbian's limbs.

"Open it for me!" Zhao Sanbian roared, his chest muscles heaving like waves.

This is the "Stacking Arhats" secret technique of juggling, which can temporarily relocate internal organs and unleash accumulated power all at once.

Bang!
The ghostly hand was broken free and dissipated as black mist.

After breaking free of his restraints, Zhao Sanbian slapped his head and spat out a flaming blade from his mouth: "Sword Swallowing and Blade Concealing Technique!"

A crimson blade flashed across the old woman's body, but only shattered an illusion. The real Third Aunt appeared behind him, her withered hand gently stroking her grandson's head like a grandmother's, about to strike.

At the critical moment, Zhao Sanbian's eyelids twitched slightly, and he had no choice but to use his best skill—folding his entire body like a piece of paper to narrowly avoid the killing blow.

Wang Xi, watching the battle from the shadows, seemed to be deep in thought... Although this acrobatic cultivator was not highly rated and his lethality was not as great as that of Tu Xiong, he had a variety of ways to protect himself.

Suddenly, Zhao Sanbian ripped open his costume, revealing a chest covered in talismans: "Mountains of knives and seas of fire!"

Boom!

A ring of fire, ten meters in diameter, exploded around him, and gleaming, sharp blades sprouted from the ground.

The Third Aunt retreated for the first time, transforming into a cloud of black mist that condensed dozens of meters away.

Wang Xi shook his head inwardly.

He could tell that this move had put a tremendous strain on Zhao Sanbian; blood was seeping from all seven orifices of the opponent, clearly indicating that he was at his limit.

Sure enough, the third aunt slammed her cane into the ground.

Duh!
The cobblestone pavement in the shantytown suddenly softened, and countless streams of foul water rose from the ground. Zhao Sanbian's flames were mostly extinguished, and the sharp knives fell askew.

"No..." Zhao Sanbian looked terrified. He discovered that there were countless tiny hands in the filthy water pulling at him, as if trying to drag him into this "filthy river".

Those hands, made up of extremely tiny maggots, were frantically burrowing into his pores and orifices.

Wang Xi knew that if he stood idly by, the cultivator would likely die.

"Don't panic, fellow Daoist, I'm here to help you!"

He shouted.

Zhao Sanbian immediately showed a look of joy.

There are also cultivators!

But the next second, his expression changed from joy to surprise.

In the distance, at the entrance of an alley, a young man in a long black coat raised a black revolver and pointed it at himself.

boom! !

—The blazing white projectile pierced through the filthy water and maggot-infested hands, penetrating the monk's left temple.

"you?!"

In Zhao Sanbian's last vision, he saw Wang Xi emerge from the shadows and give him a thumbs-up.

He died without understanding why another cultivator was hiding there and why he had ambushed him...

"The target has been killed!"

"Can we capture Zhao Sanbian's abilities?"

'Yes. '

Wang Xi said inwardly.

The corpse of the acrobat cultivator emitted a blue light and flew into his brow.

At this moment, Wang Xi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The mark of good fortune on the soul trembled once more.

Third Aunt was staring straight at him, her kind smile growing even stronger, yet it also carried a sinister air.

"Where are my two servants?"

The old woman's elegant hair bun suddenly burst open, her white hair dancing wildly like living snakes. Her jacket and skirt tore apart inch by inch, revealing a hideous body made of filth and hair.

Its body, which had grown to five meters tall, filled the entire street, leaving corrosive and foul-smelling footprints with every step it took.

"Ahhh!"

"Oh no!"

"The Goddess of the Toilet is angry!"

The residents of the shantytown cried out.

Some people had never seen such a shocking scene before and dared not stay in the house any longer, trying to escape.

A lame old man had just darted out the door when his third aunt grabbed him. Suddenly, her arm split open into a gaping maw, and countless sharp, white teeth bit off half of the old man's body.

With each chewing sound, bone fragments, blood, and clothing fell from the corners of his mouth.

'After beating the young one, the old one comes.'

Wang Xi even had time to complain.

As he retreated hastily, he flung out his black hand, only to be sprayed with a mouthful of foul blood.

The black hand emitted a sizzling, corrosive sound as the outer layer of ink was eroded and pierced, revealing the blazing white ice crystals inside.

buzz-

The surrounding space began to fold again.

The third aunt had turned the entire shantytown into a filthy mess, with countless grime covering the building walls and an astonishing stench permeating the surroundings.

"Die!" The demonized toilet god clasped his hands together.

The filthy torrent transformed into countless ghostly hands that reached out to grab it.

Wang Xi cursed inwardly.

How to fight this?
Kill a thousand enemies, but lose eight hundred of your own!
It's disgusting to rub against, and disgusting to touch!
Third Aunt is definitely the strongest enemy he has encountered so far; she's incredibly troublesome!

Click-click——

Wang Xi had no choice but to take to the air, with a torrent of foul water beneath his feet. He conjured a shield of ice crystals to block the ghost hand's attack.

'Neither Black Hand nor Ice Shield are usable anymore.'

He secretly thought.

Just as Wang Xi was pondering how to deal with this third aunt, a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly rang out in the night sky.

A wisp of tea-scented sword energy pierced through the air, causing the ghostly hands to steam wherever it passed.

Wang Xi stood in mid-air and turned to look.

A noble young man in green robes arrived under the moonlight, a three-foot-long sword in his hand. On his face, however, was a red-faced, angry mask – the mask of a martial saint.

"The Lord of Never Night is here! You fiend, cease your arrogance!"

The young nobleman's voice echoed through the night sky.

"Li Qingke, Chief Tea Master of the Four Symbols Court, Tea Master, Unending Marquis (Friendly/High-Ranking Five-Star/Hero)"

Silver frame, top-tier five stars!

At the same time, Wang Xi was taken aback when he saw this entry.

"The Lord of Never Sleeps"?
Isn't this the number and name of the main world's Mysterious Series: Plum Blossom 4 dungeon...?

Besides, Wang Xi also saw the familiar gray-coated peddler, who was standing quietly on the rooftop of a house, watching the battle with his hands behind his back, carrying that huge container on his back.

Noticing his gaze, the peddler smiled and nodded.

It seemed like they were greeting each other.

Li Qingke unleashed a sword strike—

Clang!
The sword energy was fiery red, sweeping across the area.

The third aunt was forced to retreat repeatedly, causing the ground to shake violently.

Li Qingke threw his three-foot-long sword.

He counted the numbers on his fingers and recited a mantra.

His facial expressions changed one after another, and he used his fingers to make a sword, controlling the flying sword to unleash four more sword energies—

The golden sword energy was incredibly sharp, severing the Third Aunt's right arm at the root; the cyan sword energy transformed into vines that wrapped around her legs; the black sword energy stirred up the foul water underground.
The most astonishing thing is the yellow sword energy—it turns into a talisman upon landing, transforming a radius of 100 meters into a "pure land," dispelling all filth.

"The Five Elements Revolve!"

As if by magic, Li Qingke changed into a white face mask again.

Five sword energies connected end to end, forming a dazzling halo that pressed down upon her. The Third Aunt let out a shrill scream as her enormous body was forcibly pressed back into human form, finally turning into a palm-sized terracotta figurine with a cracked surface.

The peddler then jumped down from the roof and skillfully tied the terracotta figurine tightly with a red rope.

Wang Xi watched this scene and thought of something strange, his eyes looking odd.

"Thank goodness, if we had been half a step later, this neighborhood would have become her corrupted divine kingdom."

Li Qingke removed his mask, revealing his handsome true face.

He gave Wang Xi a meaningful look: "Young friend, you are quite good. Your actions today have rid the people of two evils, and your good deeds are becoming more and more abundant."

Just as Wang Xi was about to ask, the peddler suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Young man, how have you been?"

"It's alright," Wang Xi replied. "It's just that I couldn't seize the opportunity that the peddler offered me."

"Haha, no problem! Your destiny is right before your eyes!"

The peddler laughed and then turned to look at Li Qingke.

"Young Master Li, is the bet still valid?"

“Of course it counts.” Li Qingke smiled and shook his head, a gold-embossed name card flying out of his sleeve and landing steadily in Wang Xi’s hand. “Three days later, at the Black Dragon Pavilion, we will have tea, and I will personally send you on your path of cultivation.”

Wang Xi was slightly startled.

He glanced at the peddler, who responded with a smile.

Clearly, this must be because the other party secretly helped them secure a better opportunity.

"Thank you, peddler." Wang Xichong thanked him, then bowed to the young nobleman, saying, "Thank you, Young Master Li."

Li Qingke waved his hand.

But then Wang Xi asked, "May I bring another friend?"

Li Qingke was taken aback.

He and the peddler exchanged a glance, neither of them having expected this.

Fortunately, Li Qingke didn't care about these things and chuckled, saying, "Of course. Uh, but only one person, no more."

"I understand." Wang Xi bowed again.

thought.

Master Mei, you're going to owe me a huge favor again.

(End of this chapter)